The Reaping from the Avox, Lavinia’s POV.
There’s a large, abandoned warehouse where we, the Avoxes, are sometimes permitted to watch small sections of important broadcasts if we are not otherwise needed (under heavy supervision, of course). The rich and prosperous do not like our eyes on their expensive televisions. I see only glimpses of television in passing or from the corner of my eye. Staring for too long results in punishment. We gave up the right to free information when we defied the Capitol. But my owner is attending the Capitol gathering to watch the reaping highlights tonight, so I am permitted to watch the broadcast in the warehouse. One old television sits in the middle of the room. The only noise in a crowd of the terminally silent. The Reapings go as usual; horrific, tiresome, thrilling. But the final District is being called, and then I see her, and her strong voice echoes around the space. I volunteer! I volunteer as tribute. Can it be her? Am I mistaken? No. You don’t forget the face of the person who was your last hope.